To a Dentist

Willow Henderson is in the final year of her combined honours degree in English with Creative Writing.

I expect you see a lot of teeth –

find cavities like a hound,

burying your nose in

soft air. Warm tongue,

 

pulsating as dried cracks

spread like train line maps.

 

I expect you see a lot of teeth –

taste the breakfast, coffee,

morning smoke. Catch the

scraps on your silver hook.

 

The tactful scaling –

removing dust from shelves.

 

I expect you see a lot of teeth –

seek cracks and stains for

our appraisal. Tell me

there’s no money in it.


Save for restoration:

one gold tooth